I read this post that my friend Lori Boss shared:
"Sometimes I just want it to stop. Talk of Covid, protest, looting brutality. I lose my way. Becoming convinced that this "new normal" is real life. But, then I met an 87 year old who talk of living through Polio, diphtheria, Vietnam, protest and yet is still enchanted with life. He seemed surprised when I said that 2020 must be especially challenging for him. "No," he said slowly looking me straight in the eyes, "I learned a long time ago to not see the world through printed headlines, I see the world through the people that surround me. I see the world with the realization we love big. Therefore, I choose to write my own headlines. "Husband loves wife today." "Family drops everything to come to Grandmas bedside." He patted my hand "Old man, makes new friend."
His words collide with my worries, freeing them from the tether I had been holding tight. They float away. I am left with a renewed spirit. My headline now reads "women overwhelmed by the spirit of kindness and the reminder that our Capacity to love is never ending."
Love that perspective as it seems like we wake up to a new sad headlines all the time. My headline today would read: “Brothers, best friends and playmates: good at making messes, endless laundry and other’s smile.”